bookpower Chapter 125: 125: I'll Go with You
Chapter 125: 125: I'll Go with You
Chapter 125: Chapter 125: I’ll Go with You
Jiang Yan said “thank you” and reached out to take it.
This was her first time eating fried rice porridge.
It looked ordinary, but it was fragrant, sweet, soft, and sticky, with a hint of grain aroma.
The working people truly are the wisest.
“Su Dai, you’re amazing. To be able to make such delicious food from such ordinary ingredients,” Jiang Yan sincerely praised her.
“Cough, it’s all in the technique of the pot,” Su Dai laughed somewhat embarrassedly upon hearing her idol’s praise.
...
Initially, every time she met Jiang Yan, her eyes would sparkle like stars.
But lately, those stars had almost entirely vanished.
Instead, a barely detectable worry had taken their place.
“By the way, Jiang Yan, after breakfast and a rest, would you like to join us for some exercise?” Su Dai asked, scooping up a spoonful of porridge into her mouth.
Jiang Yan then learned that for some time now, Su Dai and her two companions had been doing physical training indoors every day.
Sun Jingtao had been slowly teaching them some grappling techniques he had learned in the military.
Ye Qing had also learned a bit in the past and had even undergone semi-closed militarized training for six months during his school days, so he was quite proficient.
Because he was relatively weak as a child, his parents had sent him to learn Sanda and Taekwondo starting from fourth or fifth grade in elementary.
Later, he developed a deep interest in Taekwondo and continued advancing, eventually reaching about a black belt level.
His parents, both being police detectives, though not involved in narcotics, still dealt with various criminals in their daily work.
Thus, they naturally hoped he would have some ability to protect himself.
Besides, being from a family of police officers and willing to delve deeply into the subject, he had learned many things that were beyond the understanding of average people.
After hearing Su Dai’s words, Jiang Yan gained a bit more understanding of everyone’s backgrounds.
Her trust in them also subtly increased.
However, she wasn’t very keen on training with them.
After all, she had the most advanced holographic projection training system, which was far more impressive than just punching and kicking here.
But she didn’t outright refuse, “Not today, maybe in a little while.”
“Oh, right, your relatives are still here,” Su Dai suddenly realized.
Jiang Yan gave an awkward smile.
You wouldn’t think it, but casual chats like these often reveal significant clues.
“There’s something dubious when there’s abnormal behavior, and this group is definitely scheming something,” Sun Jingtao said as he clenched his fists and stood up.
He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, furrowing his brows while rapidly theorizing in his mind.
Clearly, they came prepared.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t feel the real intention of their opponents as a frog boiled in slowly warming water only now.
But no matter how strong and prepared that group was,
it was still only about a dozen or twenty people.
Even if, as Tian Jiliang said, they used coercion and inducements to subdue families one by one,
controlling so many people in the community would still take some time.
Yet in such a short period, so much had spiraled out of control, which was truly bizarre.
Unless—
Sun Jingtao’s eyebrows tightened, then a light sparked in his eyes:
“This Ma Longbiao, he might have a powerful backer. Shallow Bay here might just be a chess piece in this backer’s larger scheme.”
“They might even have firearms,” Jiang Yan thought, which somewhat coincided with his.
Su Dai was startled, “It can’t be, right? If he had them, wouldn’t he have been swaggering around after they took their Fish Shooting Guns from us?”
“Honey, you forgot, many people went out to search for supplies when the rain stopped a few days ago. Perhaps, they got weapons from a police station,” Wang Jin said.
Su Dai: “...”
“I’m going to go downstairs and snoop around,” Jiang Yan said, after drinking the last spoonful of fried rice porridge, offhandedly.
If there had been no storm, or if the storm had stopped when it reached the 20th floor like in her previous life,
she could have just left this place.
But now, many things had changed.
The future was full of uncertainties.
She had to respond to every change with constancy.
Therefore, the safe house at 3201 was undeniable in its importance.
Naturally, she couldn’t just sit and wait for doom.
Considering that in a few days, they could be knocking on her door.
Ye Qing looked at her and said, “I’ll go with you.”